Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.